This is set in smallville season eight after Oliver helped get Chloe out of jail. They began to spend a lot of time together and he began to fall in love with her hard. Let's read on and see where it goes.
Chloe sat at the desk in Oliver's apartment reading over some papers that Oliver left for her. He left a note telling her to make herself at home and he'd be back soon. Normally she could focus on her work and nothing else but she felt her curiosity check in. She stood up and walked over to a shelf by the glass doors that over looked Metropolis. She picked up a picture of Oliver and his parents when he was young. She smiled as she stroked his tiny little face.
She placed the picture back on the shelf and slowly ran her index finger across the shelf until she came to a picture shoved in the very back behind a book. She carefully moved the book and took the picture, as she turned it around a look of disbelieve filled her face. It was a picture of her and him at the Italian resturant he took her to to talk over business. She heard the elavator as it came screeching up from the bottom floor. She quickly placed the picture back behind the book and hurried over to the desk grabbing the papers up as if she'd never even moved. The doors to the elavator opened and she looked up and smiled. She couldn't give away that she found the picture. She just couldn't understand where he got it and why he had it hid.
"Chloe,…" He said as he stepped off the elavator carrying a bag of donuts and two cups of coffee.
"Hey, Oliver." She felt so uncomfortable now but she couldn't let him see it. "I've been going over the papers you left. I can honestly say their very interesting."
He placed the bag on the counter and begin to take the donuts out placing them onto a tray. "Good. I was hoping you would say that. So you'll help me find out who's behind it."
She stood up and walked over to him. "Of course. My main guess would be Luthor, but since one is MIA and the other is well not of the living… I'm going to have to dig a little deeper." She glanced back at the book shelf where the picture was hid away. She couldn't help but wander why he even had a picture of her. They've always just been friends.
"Well you can make yourself at home here anytime." He hands her a donut wrapped in a napkin and a cup of coffee. "If you need too… you can stay here and work on it as long as you want. I'll stay on the couch."
She smiled. Was he trying to say something that she just wasn't getting? Was he wanting her to stay for other than work related reasons? "I couldn't impose. Besides I told Clark I would help him out on the farm since he's been working at the Daily Planet."
"I can send some one out to the farm. You know… like some one who knows about farm work." He grinned. The thought of Chloe doing any type of farm work made him want to chuckle.
"Okay. You twisted my arm. I'll stay." She said as she sipped her coffee. She needed a reason to snoop a little more and find out just why Oliver had that picture.
"Good. Well I'm gonna shower and change. Then I'll take you shopping for some clothes and toothbrush. What ever you need."
"You don't have to do that. I can drive out to the farm and get my things."
"Don't be silly. I take care of my workers. Besides maybe we can get a bit to eat somewhere." He smiled as he left the room to take a shower.
Chloe turned up the coffee and sipped it all in one gulp. She took a seat up on the counter and looked back over at the shelf.